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Apr 2021
Anger is degenerating.
It burns up in a fiery rage
And leaves destruction in its wake.
The only thing left,
Is a hollow feeling of regret.
And a want to make amends for things,
That cannot be made right.
Phantom647
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Phantom647  25/M/Washington, DC
(25/M/Washington, DC)   
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     Lynnëa M and Imran Islam
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